Funtime Foxy's Voice Line Novels & Stories

Hunter asks me, and since I got the chance to pick, I looked at the prizes available before finally picking a big teddy bear, a red fox. "Mine," I say taking it from the guy's hands, it's my baby now. "What are you gonna name it?" Hunter asks me, I gave him a raised brow look, I'm not a child to decide a name for my teddy, but if I had to. "Mr. Vixy," I say answering him, petting my pet fox head. "What a great name sweetie, come on le't sgo see what other torubles we can get into," Logan says leading the way toward the rest of the carnival.

Suddenly, the old fox glanced down at her and casually tossed her a carrot with a smirk playing at his lips. “Tell me, little bunny—am I the most handsome man you've ever met?” She caught the carrot and smiled fearlessly. “Sorry, old fox, you're not. Your ex-assistant is just a tiny bit more handsome than you—the one who fell from grace, Frost.” The old fox snorted dismissively, full of disdain. “A mere pretty face. What’s so good about that?” She took a bite of the carrot and replied, “It’s because he’s just a pretty face, that’s why he’s good-looking!”

with a fox emoji in front of it. Ok this is more than ordinary, why is he doing all of these??? She found Hyce's line and dialled, but he didn't pick the three rings. He dialled Axel's line too, but it's same as Hyce's. He's not picking. Frustrated, she started looking for another line to dial, and she saw a number saved as Xavier. She dialled it curiously, and the person picked almost immediately. "Feels illegal to see you call me, son" Master X's voice filtered in, and her eyes widened.

I stammer out, and Hendrix chuckles at my hesitation. Willow nods at me and turns the radio on. Foxy Lady. She hums along to it, swaying in her seat. I can tell every movement is deliberate, designed to tease me. “What’s your wolf’s name?” I blurt out. “Jamie,” she says, smiling up at me. “Jamie?” I snort. “Are you for real?” “Yeah,” her brows furrow the slightest bit. It’s adorable. “What is yours?” “Hendrix,” he speaks through me, and I don’t have to think too hard to know my eyes are rimmed with red right now.